Bojnice Poem by Mel Mackie
Bojnice
When the snow melts, it washes
away all the illusions of beauty, and
magic and romance.
So a castle becomes a cold pile of bricks,
the snow-frosted everygreens become a
reminder of vast nothingness.
But as the wind tousles my hair,
my pores stand on end beneath my sleeves.
I am reminded that magic is all around,
even in the dark and dreary,
because there is magic in me.
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